Flawed Deductions (Yandere!L x Reader)

(Chp. 8) Mr. Grumpfish

-----Reader's POV-----

You let out a frustrated sigh as you harshly lay your pen down on your desk. You lean back and run your hands through your (h/l) hair, trying to ease the headache that was beginning to plague your mind.

    "I just don't understand it, there has to be something missing." You mumble to yourself, hoping to let out your frustrations verbally. You turn to a blank page in your detective journal, then pick up your pen and begin to map out a relationship web.

You were currently working on an assignment for one of your classes. Since you were studying to become a detective, you had to pick an old cold case that hadn't been solved, and see if there is anything the police missed that could lead to completing the case. You picked a somewhat recent case revolving around 10 women who were abducted. A year later, three of the women were found dead, deposited in the middle of a small town where they would be found quickly. After another year had passed, another woman was found dead. She had died just like the others, asphyxiation. Her body was also left in the middle of a small town so that it could be found quickly. The other women were returned to their houses each year, one at a time. They were all alive and well, the only problem is that they seemed to not remember anything about being captured. Almost like their memories had been wiped clean of everything about the event, only leaving memories of before their kidnapping, and after they returned home.

"A person's memory can't just disappear like that, can it?" You ask yourself as you go over the chart you had made. It had all of the things that connected the women to each other. "Maybe they remember something now," You state as you figure up how old the victims would be now. "Hm...the last one that arrived home would be around 47. Hm...I wonder if I could interview her."

You quickly pack up your notes on the case and grab your house keys and cell phone, before running out of the door. I hope Mr. Kirisawa hasn't left the school yet. You think to yourself as you quicken your pace towards the college.

-----Le Time Skip-----

You walk into the school's main building and see that the secretary is still in the office, with a sigh of relief you walk up to the desk.

    "Excuse me, would you happen to know if Mr. Kirisawa is still here?" You ask the secretary, smiling kindly.

    "I'm sorry," she smiles back apologetically, "but Mr. Kirisawa has already left for the day. If it is important you may be able to talk to him at the police station." She informs, before saying goodbye and returning to her work.

You thank the woman, then leave the school, turning to walk towards the police station. I hope he isn't too busy. You think to yourself as you continue walking to the station.

-----Le time Skip (again)-----

You enter the station and walk up to the secretary to ask him if your teacher, and part time detective, Mr. Kirisawa is there. He looks up at you, his features forming a small frown before he asks what business you have with the detective.

    "I'm in his college class, I needed to ask him about an assignment." The secretary looks up at you, his frown deepening. "It's pretty important." You add as you start to fidget under the man's cold gaze. After a few more moments of silence, the secretary looks at you again only to show how frustrated he is with your presence. "If he is too busy just tell me. The only way I'll leave is if you tell me if I can speak with him or not." You declare, the hint of annoyance in your voice causing the man's frown to turn into a scowl.

    "No. You can't speak with him. He's too busy." The secretary answers before turning back to his computer and pretending to be occupied by work.

You let out a frustrated sigh before turning on your heel. As you are about to walk out of the door, it opens suddenly. You move to the side to let the person enter, then notice that it is someone that you know.

    "(f/n)?" The man says, walking through the door and moving to stand to the side to greet you.

    "Matsuda? What are you doing here?" You ask, thoroughly surprised to see your newest friend in a place like this. Maybe this is where he works? You think to yourself as you watch Matsuda chuckle slightly through his nervousness.

    "Oh, I work here!" Matsuda replies happily as a smile lights up his face.

    "You're a detective!?" You yelp a little too loudly, causing the secretary to glare at you. You glare back before turning back to Matsuda. "Wow, I figured you had an important job, but I didn't think you were a detective." Matsuda rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Hey wait, maybe you can help me, since Mr. Grumpfish over there won't." You suggest, pointing your thumb in the direction of the secretary.

    "Mr. Grumpfish?" Matsuda questions before chuckling at your nickname for the man. "So, what did you need help with?" Matsuda asks.

    "Well, I need to talk with Mr. Kirisawa, I need to ask him about a project I have to do in his class. Do you know if he is here, or if he has time to speak with me?" As soon as you finish your question Matsuda gets a shocked look on his face.

    "You're in Kirisawa's class? That means you want to-" Matsuda starts.

    You nod your head, anticipating what he will say next. "Yep, I want to be a detective!" You finish Matsuda's sentence while smiling brightly.

    "Well, in that case, I will take you to him. He should be in his office. I can give you a tour of the station too!" Matsuda rambles excitedly before meeting your gaze. His excitement gives way to nervousness as he chuckles lightly. "I-if you want to...that is." He adds, trying to calm his nerves.

    "I would love to." You smile brightly as you link your arm with Matsuda's. "So, lead the way sir!" You say excitedly as you head through another set of doors to enter the main building. Right before the doors close, you look back at the secretary, who is frowning at you, and slightly stick your tongue out at him in victory. Haha, take that. (f/n) - 1 and secretary – 0. You think to yourself, then chuckle at your own childishness.